Chronograph
alarm
Reblogged from superk4liii
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. I was supposed to die quietly. But since I met you, I actually started wishing for more time. I want more time with you, Rio.
Reblogged from lickystickypickyshe
It was an evening I decided to look up. Signs of progress even up in the sky. The city is ugly and busy and noisy. Nothing pretty around here. Just cranes. Everywhere. (photos by me)
Static birds in the sky.
"When I was writing, it was necessary for me to read after I had written. If you kept thinking about it, you would lose the thing that you were writing before you could go on with it the next day. It was necessary to get exercise, to be tired in the body, and it was very good to make love with whom you loved. That was better than anything. But afterwards, when you were empty, it was necessary to read in order not to think or worry about your work until you could do it again. I had learned already never to empty the well of my writing, but always to stop when there was still something there in the deep part of the well, and let it refill at night from the springs that fed it."
Reblogged from bookmania
Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable Feast (via bookmania)
RealisticallySpeaking.: The Human Experience.
Reblogged from pahhlahcchuuu
At one point in our lives we always ask ourselves why do I exist? Why am I here? What purpose am I suppose to have in the world? None of us were born knowing what purpose we’re suppose to serve in the world. None of us grow up knowing what we’re going to be in the future. None…
(Source: princess-sammie)
